Chapter 35

The sky was overcast, and low, heavy dark clouds hung over the Monster Mountain Range like a gloomy curtain, so oppressive it was hard to breathe. A fierce wind howled through the mountain forest, rustling the leaves as if they were whispering uneasy secrets. In the distance, the peaks loomed indistinctly beneath the shroud of dark clouds, like silent giants quietly gazing down upon this volatile land. When Chen Yingjian hurried to the scene, the tomb had already been forcefully breached. The massive stone doors hung askew, as though a mighty force had brutally shoved them open. The surroundings were in complete disarray, littered with shattered rocks and toppled, broken stone tablets. The soil on the ground was churned up, and a chaotic mess of footprints—large and small, deep and shallow—was stamped into the earth, suggesting that these people had not entered long ago. "A bunch of schemers," Chen Yingjian muttered under his breath, then leaned forward slightly, like a leopard about to strike. With a flash of movement, he instantly vanished into the tomb's entrance, leaving only a blurred afterimage behind.